Sweet Adorable Wife, Please Kiss Slower!

Chapter 1191 - Hey, What Do You Think of Me?



The others nodded as well.

“In Xia country, you are indeed better than Qingxi in all aspects. You should have won.”

Lin Qingxi heard these words as soon as she entered the production studio and her expression became ferocious for a moment.

Lin Wanwan looked at her from the corner of her eye and smiled plainly. “Didn’t Lin Qingxi say it before? You can get it if you’re lucky, but if you do not, it’s fate. As long as you recognize me in your heart, that title doesn’t mean anything.”

Lin Qingxi was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

So what if it was a title?

As long as she could win, even if everyone thought that she’d relied on luck, they’d have to admit that Lin Wanwan was her defeated opponent!

After today’s scenes had been filmed, the TV drama announced that all the scenes had been completed.

As usual, Yue Xiang organized a wrap party. Lin Wanwan wasn’t interested and didn’t have the time. She rushed to the production studio of “Sin City” overnight.

Half of her scenes in this drama were filmed at night. However, she’d discussed with the director before that unless necessary, she wouldn’t shoot overnight.

During the next few days, aside from filming, Lin Wanwan also recorded a reality show with Lu Zhanbei.

It was not known if Wu Mingtian warned An Shuyue or anything, but she became more honest this time.

When she was free, Lin Wanwan called Fan Xiaochen to ask about the situation.

The funds lost in the hot spring development project were already drawn out from the properties that Director Wang had auctioned out. Now, the project had restarted and the progress was good in all aspects.

After this incident, Lin Wanwan’s prestige in the company rose by a lot. Unlike before, Fan Xiaochen no longer exercised undue caution when doing something.

Lin Wanwan grouped all her work together and specifically set aside two days, planning to let Xing Si train her in a different way.

After hearing this, Ruan Baoer insisted on following her.

Xing Si re-developed a new training course. At the beginning, Ruan Baoer still wanted to go through thick and thin together with Lin Wanwan. However, she lost the battle after two minutes and sat down on the ground tiredly.

When the sun was about to set, Lu Zhanbei arrived.

He stood on the hill and watched as Lin Wanwan climbed and avoided the rubber bullets from all directions at the same time. She was in a sorry state.

“Xing Si, Lin Wanwan’s my wife, not a new recruit.”

“Feeling heartache?” Xing Si looked at him and said coldly, “In order to become stronger, no shortcuts can be taken.”

Of course, Lu Zhanbei understood that.

However, knowing was one thing. Feeling heartache was another.

“A man like you who is destined to be single forever will not understand me.”

Xing Si didn’t say anything.

After Lin Wanwan’s training ended, she was sweating so much that she looked as if she just stepped out of the swimming pool. She was so tired that she lay sprawled on the ground and didn’t move. In the end, Lu Zhanbei carried her away.

Night gradually arrived.

Xing Si ignited a pile of firewood and wiped a long knife by the fire.

Ruan Baoer sat next to him. Out of boredom, she used a tree branch to poke the pile of firewood.

She was born to be talkative. Not long later, she couldn’t help but talk to Xing Si. “Xing Si, we have known each other for some time now. You’ve never said more than three sentences to me before. Can you not be so boring? I’m about to be bored to death.”

“You can go and find Lin Wanwan.”

“She’s busy having fun with Lu Zhanbei. I’m not going to be a lightbulb.”

Looking at them being lovey-dovey, Ruan Baoer thought of herself and her heart turned sour. She wrapped her knees with her arms. “Hey, what do you think of me?”

Xing Si understood her character. If he didn’t reply to her, she would pester him to no end.

“Aside from you being too noisy, the rest are ok.” He was simply stating facts.


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